After weeks of graft, sleepless nights, crappy food, bankrupting myself on trains up and down the country and going slightly insane producing my major project, I finally got my results back…
Fair to say I nearly vommed in my mouth waiting for 4pm to come around and then at 3:57pm I checked my emails – MARKS WERE UP AAAAH.
I think I’ve only felt nerves like it once before and that was A-level results day. When I saw my grade I literally did a double take… 90/100 WHAT THE FFFFFFFF?!?!!?
After sitting with my maths degree genius of a brother, we worked out that I will be receiving a First Class Honours Degree – HOW INSANE IS THAT?! A 2:1 is enough and everyone who received a 2:1 should definitely be happy with it, but I’ve always said “it would be nice just to say I have a first” and all year I’ve been between the two grades. That 90 pushed me up to where I needed to be and now I can finally say “yeah… I got a first…”.
Everyone who’s worked hard for something will know the elation. Whether it’s GCSEs, A-levels, a national diploma, putting in the extra hours to be able to pay for that holiday… when you finally get the result you want, my God it feels good.
I don’t want this post to just be me buzzing about me but this is a crazy achievement for me, and such a huge moment in my life; that’s it, another era of my life is gone and I did it well. I’d recommend this feeling to everyone, put in the work and eventually, yeah it might take a bloody lot longer than you thought, it will pay off.
So, BBC, when are you gonna hire me?
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